Well, here is my story of how I almost met my Burger Queen. It was first year at University and like most Fridays during that year me and my new found friends were drinking. My one friend lived out of town and had not yet joined us so we decided that he could drive us to Burger King quickly before he added to the bottle count…make that can count since the residence didn’t allow bottles.
While waiting for our transportation to BK, I found some props to make use of for our trip. Not sure why but there was a paper BK crown lying around the room (must have been picked up on a previous drunken adventure to BK) that I had to wear for the night. As the beer was hitting me, my creative side came out and I found a bath robe I could wear to go along with my crown. My friend showed up before I could get too creative, much to the relief of the others, and took us to BK.
Wearing the robe and crown I strolled into BK as cool as a cucumber pronouncing that I was the Burger King (come to think of it, I believe my robe was the exact same colour that the real Burger King is sporting nowadays, hmmmm). When I got to the counter I repeated that I was the Burger King and asked the lovely girl behind the counter if she would be my Burger Queen. After the bout of laughter subsided enough I placed my order, we got our food then left before the embarrassment of the adventure was realized.
While waiting for our transportation to BK, I found some props to make use of for our trip. Not sure why but there was a paper BK crown lying around the room (must have been picked up on a previous drunken adventure to BK) that I had to wear for the night. As the beer was hitting me, my creative side came out and I found a bath robe I could wear to go along with my crown. My friend showed up before I could get too creative, much to the relief of the others, and took us to BK.
Wearing the robe and crown I strolled into BK as cool as a cucumber pronouncing that I was the Burger King (come to think of it, I believe my robe was the exact same colour that the real Burger King is sporting nowadays, hmmmm). When I got to the counter I repeated that I was the Burger King and asked the lovely girl behind the counter if she would be my Burger Queen. After the bout of laughter subsided enough I placed my order, we got our food then left before the embarrassment of the adventure was realized.
That was so out of character for me that to this day I am still wondering what got into me, besides the JD that is. There are other fun stories of adventure from my first year but the rest are for others to tell besides I can’t really remember any of them.
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